Reading (see also: dying of laughter)
Thursday, March 05, 2009
SHOUTING. INTO THE HALLWAY. Not “where IS the bigger speculum,” or “could someone bring me the bigger speculum.” DO THEY MAKE A BIGGER SPECULUM. Does it even EXIST. There is a MEDICAL ANOMALY LYING ON MY TABLE, EVERYBODY, and I CANNOT FIND HER CERVIX.

I would like to take this moment to announce that while I don't exactly *enjoy* my annual visit to the lady parts doctor, I don't dread it either. There's really no point in hating it - it has to be done, so get over it, right?

If I were Emily, however, I would not only dread, I would blatantly avoid. Poor thing! All of my female readers need to immediately go over there, and commiserate.